so what if i’m a failure????? at least i’m not straight lmaoo
what if we went to a local farmers market and spent the entire day buying fruits, vegetables and local bread and jam while here there we found little antiquities and bought them for each other and, and we decide to buy some flowers too. And as we pass all the different stalls, we just hold hands and share small kisses every now and then,,,and we were both girls?😳
If you asked me what I'm thinking about at any given moment, there is an 85% chance im thinking of her
what if i just, died you know like full on dropkicked by god but make it gay
hi ! i can not find the artist of this piccrew anywhere on that website so i’ve come here. i made this at some point from august to now. if you guys know the username let me know!
concept: we go on a road trip in my car and we find a park and decide to sleep there because it’s getting late. we wake up and the windows are opened with harsh warm light and cold morning air coming through. i’m awake because the sun woke me but you’re still cuddled into your pillow with the light hitting your face. i wish that my brain could know this moment like a camera knows a photograph but you wake up and mock me for staring. that’s okay though because i love you.
what if we decomposed but it was gay
Litochoro / Greece (by alastair graham).
I want to be a frog
it’s not summer, but imagine it is summer and the sun is still golden and your and her are riding your bikes back to your house after a picnic. it’s lovely and then you go home and decide to make s’mores and there’s mosquitos and lightning bugs everywhere but you don’t mind because you’re happy. you and her are happy together.
“fuck you my child is completely fine”
your child wants to run into the woods and find and abandoned mossy castle with a marvelous library and cats crawling around the corners where they can live there life without society’s influence
what if we find the ugliest pajamas at the goodwill off the interstate, we come home to pretend to be really fancy. we eat soup out of the good bowls and have soda in wine glasses. we do fake bad accents and speak like shakespeare.
i want to drive really fast in a car with her with all the windows open, even though it’s winter and it’d be freezing. i just want to pretend the world doesn’t exist.
It’s a Scarf!
concept: i get my drivers license and then i come to your house to pick you up. we go to the grocery store, it’s nine at night so the store is soon to closing, and we buy those cake slices in plastic containers. we sit in my car in the parking lot, you connect to bluetooth because i like your music taste and eat cake while it starts to rain. nothing else matters because nothing else feels real.
i bet she’s the girl who reads in public so people will think she’s super sophisticated but in reality she’s a silly little lesbian
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Glow up of the century: Phannies going from a bunch of weird, invasive, offensive 13 year old stalkers to a group of old lesbians who just want to manifest peace and respect and to see our boys be happy
i wonder how she likes her coffee or tea or if she even likes those types of warm drinks. maybe she prefers hot chocolate. probably with marshmallows and peppermint sticks.
this still hits hard
Okay listen if you are a baby queer and you don't feel loved, supported, or validated: you are the very precious grandchildren of the Stonewall rioters, the bright children of hope after the AIDS epidemic. You are the little siblings of ex-gay therapy survivors. You were fought for, and wanted, and loved. Everyone who came before you is so very happy that you are here.
we’re all alive. it’s one in the morning, she is in her bed right now on her phone laughing at something while i’m here laughing at the same thing. human connection is crazy and it makes no sense, but hell it exists, we exist and that’s lovely.
i want to run under a full moon and feel the mossy grass between my feet. to feel the moon light slip through my hair would be a dream. is this too much to ask for??
i feel like her hands would be soft
i lay awake in my bed it’s 12:08 am and i am yearning for a girl who lives too far away because i keep thinking of her playing with my rings while we cuddle in my warm bed and listen to music
girls are beautiful and it hurts me that so many don’t realize that
i want to dance in our kitchen listening to good old fashioned lover boy by queen and then we will have peaked wlw/mlm solidarity
Imagine slow dancing with a girl and she rests her head against your shoulder and just perfectly fits there in your arms
Fall in love with someone who knows you and treats you like your best friend does. Someone who translates their speak to yours so you know what they’re talking about when you’re out of your depth, Someone who suggests going to that store to get that specific tea you like when you go out together, Someone who compliments you for the little things and lets you go a little overboard